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Theytwo friends sitting long enough by their river flowlooking at a mother treethey sitting, she horizontally now giving life to futuretrees, lichen, moss from its top a burst of greenthey couldn’t believe what they’d seenwatching now with clarity this rarity, they’d never seenthe moss breathing forth, sporesmother tree’s moss lifting off they took their hats off

It was winter and they were cold they came closerto this spark of life, a green puff and then they were too closethe green mist and these men witnessed each otherthey moved away to their respective seatsrocks and trees and the moss breathedand then they saw the seedin all of us needs a place to be